The year was 1954, Limerick was the place Life was good and vibrant and we enjoyed it without haste Billy Quaid had a car for sale, it blew away my mind It wasn't just any old car, it was just that one of a kind A 1942MG Roadster Convertable, spoked wheels and runnming boards A car that was made for me alone, that I certainly , could not afford So I borrowed the money where I worked, McKenna's Furniture Store On Patricks Street, next to Cruises Hotel, alas they're not there anymore That car became a part of me, and I a part of it It wasn't made to seat a group, as only two could sit None the less we had great times, as in Cork after a Rugby War The rest of the team went went down by bus,Nutty O"dea and Myself in my car The bus was due to leave at eight, but four got left behind The weather got colder as it got dark and the roadway was hard to find All had to get home that night to be at work next morn But when they saw the little MG, faces showed signs of forlorn The fog came in as we started off, Nutty and I watching the road Two of our buddies perched behind and two lying on the running boards I drove home to Limerick that night, slowly as the fog became worse Calling out to the running boards often, only to hear an answer with a curse The four had faces of blue, when they stood beside the car Thankful we all got back, as we entered a late night bar Just one of many stories, with friends and my Roadster MG Wherever that car was spotted, they knew where to find me Michael Christopher Daly Jan 5, 2007 |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"My Car And I"
"Loving You"
The sun is low in the heavens aboveThe sky is close to all blueI sit here alone, looking out to seaMy mind filled with thoughts of youI let the sand pour through my fingersJust like your hair used to doWhen you an I sat togetherOn those days of long, long, agoBut you and I are still togetherIf anything my love has grownAs I look in your eyes so puzzledThey appear to be in the unknownAlzheimer's, the name they gave itCame like a thief in the nightBit by bit stole your memoryNow we fight it with all of our mightI can tell when your memory is workingYou look at me with a childs guileI know the remembrance is thereAs we look at each other and smileI thank God for the strength he gives meTo fight the problems we shareI will tell you each day that I love youAnd for you, I will always be thereMichael Christopher Daly
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